Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.